I've lost myself. I've lost myself in this vast crowd.
There are lots of people walking in a hurry, others walking very slowly.
There are even people completely stopped. It's a lot of people...
They all walk their own paths. They walk towards the future...towards tomorrow...
All, except those who have stopped...that are standing still, quietly...
Why are they like this? Are they tired? No strength left? Are they discouraged? Or they simply fell down and can't get up? Or are they afraid of giving a single step forward? And those walking? Why are they doing that?
I've lost myself. I do not know if I shall continue walking forward...towards tomorrow...
Because right now..I've stopped. I've stopped walking and became a simple statue like the other people around me.
We, who are standing still, are of a lesser amount.
Why did I do this?
My pride has been stepped on, my will crushed...the eyes that I use to observe my surroundings have been ripped...the words I use to communicate have been cut...my sympathy and good mood are now bitter...I've become cold...
Are these the reasons I stopped? Or is it simply the fear of continuing to fight?
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(Forgive my poor english in the text above)
This was something I wrote while I had that depression last year (which ended near February).

This is an original work of mine. It began when I saw a simple mask falling down in Persona's second opening. I love the simbology masks can have, and I decided to do something with it.

I did the sketch on Photoshop here and vectored it (and the mask). I was too lazy to vector the wavy hair like I originally planned, so it ended up being rather simple.

It's mostly brushwork, that's why it is a bit blurred. Used the dodge tool to make the highlights on the skirt and socks.

I had a lot of problems for the background. I didn't have any imagination at all. All I could see was black, but I wanted to put shadows so black wasn't a good choice lol. I made several studies, but failed.
This is all I could come up with. Floor, shadows, the girl walking towards "the light" , meaning a new beginning.

I hate hypocrisy and lies. I hated myself for pretending to be fine when I had this huge depression. This work represents that part of my life. No more acting. I explained to my friends my situation but only a few answered back...I dropped the mask of "happy girl" and fought...again...

C&C is welcome as always. Especially about backgrounds...I suck at bgs (mostly at perspective )
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